Accidents.
at 7 years of age,
an accident was only
two cars that collided
tripping on my sock and falling
down the stairs,
walking backwards into my best friends sand castle
or dropping my ice cream.
i never considered a person to be an accident.
not once would i think that a mother would dread
carrying her baby around for 9 months, or cried when she
found out she was pregnant.
or give her child away...
was it really that hard to feed your child's mouth
a couple times a day? was it that difficult to pour bubbles into
their bath every sunday night? was to too hard to put them in school and watch them be successful? or was it easier just to give them away?
i never realized that i was an accident  until i was 12 years old
sitting on my bed,  that so many other kids have
slept on before me, watching  my best friend
meet his new parents for the first time.
I've seen so many people come and go
but i have always been stuck here
am i too much of a mistake to love?